THE HOME OF G LOOS CAP. 61 



A tributary stream approached Indian Brook at 

 this point, and fell from a hilltop into a mossy 

 basin among the large trees on the western shore. 

 To gain a nearer view of its beauty, I clambered 

 and slid down the high, steep bank, to the brow 

 of which the path had brought me. On reaching 

 the level of the water, I realized more fully the 

 nature of the place I was in. High forest-clad 

 hills rose on every side, inclosing the river, so 

 that its only method of escape was through deep 

 rifts cut into their slopes. The part of the stream 

 which I had followed consisted of broad and deep 

 pools of brownish water alternating with rapids. 

 Sometimes one bank was of rock, and the other 

 of gravel ; sometimes both shores, although steep, 

 were wooded almost to the edge of the current. 



Looking upstream, I saw that the scenery 

 above me was even more striking than that below. 

 The river came from between abrupt rocky walls. 

 Its waters were deep, slow, and foam-flecked. 

 They came out of a vale of shadows, and I knew, 

 on the word of an Ingonish fisherman, that some- 

 where within those shadows there was a water- 

 fall, singularly beautiful, though unknown save 

 to a few. 



Directly in front of me, the story of the river 

 seemed to be told on a small scale. Far up 

 against the sky was a dip or notch in the moun- 

 tain wall. Through it came the brook which 



